The Blue Moon May Not Actually Be Blue, but It Sure Causes The Blues

Yesterday, a good friend called to tell me that he and his lady love had split. Normally, this wouldn’t be news as people break up with each other all the time, but he was the third person to tell me news of a breakup that day. In addition to his news, I’d also heard from another friend and my cousin about their relationships ending. To top it off, Greg and I were also having an unusual day – arguing and generally being frustrated with each other – definitely not our usual M.O.! The entire day was one filled with sad news and just plain blah feelings.

Last night around 8:30 p.m., I trudged out to the compost and just happened to look up to see a GIANT full moon lurking above me in the sky. The second full moon this month – the Blue Moon.

Ohhhhh…ding ding ding!

Even though the Blue Moon is not actually blue (I believe the term “blue moon” dates back to the 1500s and has something to do with a widespread pamphlet meant to attack the English clergy with a line something like, “If they say the moon is blue, we must believe it is true.” Or it could be the color cast that the moon sometimes takes on after a large forest fire has been burning or a volcano has erupted. Whatever the origin, it is definitely not a real thing. Isn’t it awesome how full I am of useless tidbits of info?) and there is no scientific evidence out there to prove that the moon’s cycles affect behaviour, I still believe the moon messes with our heads. Why else would I have awoken this morning with the insane urge to do naked ballet in my back yard?